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i am the crockpot on the counter hot above my rubber bottomed feet that scrape when you move me something's bubbling around my edges is it soup or discontent how should i know i'm just the crockpot something's burning on my sides is it chili or my confines i can't tell you i'm just the crockpot leave me out on weekdays say you need me say i'm useful to keep things warm all afternoon but before you know it touch me and you'll get burned
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Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 12:05 AM UTC
i am the crockpot
i am the crockpot on the counter hot above my rubber bottomed feet that scrape when you move me something's bubbling around my edges is it soup or discontent how should i know i'm just the crockpot something's burning on my sides is it chili or my confines i can't tell you i'm just the crockpot leave me out on weekdays say you need me say i'm useful to keep things warm all afternoon but before you know it touch me and you'll get burned
copyright 9/27/17 by b. e. mccomb
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Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 12:05 AM UTC
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